"The Stupid Cow died again."
"Let him die, then. He can be revived anyway. He just won't have this divine persona anymore."
"Actually, I really dislike his divine persona. Arrogant, conceited, and yet his strength is downright embarrassing for a god."
"Indeed. Hopefully, when this Stupid Cow is born again ten thousand years from now, he'll be a little easier on the eyes."
"What now? Should we send troops to Wutong Province?"
"Now? But what if they can't hold out? Wouldn't that be terribly boring?"
"True. If they can't hold out, it really would be boring. We went to all that trouble to revive, and if they just die like this, it would ruin the fun."
"Then what do we do? Wait for that Jiang Lin to grow up? But I can't hold back anymore. I want to crush that Jiang Lin to pieces."
Within God Court, a hundred gods stood together, discussing the current situation in the Lower Realm.
To these gods, enslaving the myriad races was already a foregone conclusion, as if there could never be any other unexpected turn of events.
They even lamented that the myriad races were simply too weak to stir up any interest in them. It was utterly boring.
The only thing they were interested in was Jiang Feng's reincarnation—Jiang Lin!
As far as these gods were concerned, if Jiang Feng could avoid death, then he absolutely had to live.
Only then could they make Jiang Feng experience endless suffering and ensure that he would truly wish he were dead!
At the very front of God Court, upon the throne at the highest point of the Ascension Stairway, a little girl propped up her chin and yawned as she gazed at the gods with bored eyes.
In fact, this human child's appearance was